Intro (B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story) |
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Intro (B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story) Lyr |
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 [Da Hustla:]Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner grindin the packet, I`m a Ryder, If there`s drama, I`m Palmin the Ratchet And You could find me In traffic, I`m in the streets, 10 Years ago I was Movin like 10 a Week, You just a family man, Tryin settle down, You on parole, So you scared to hold the metal now, You moved away from the hood, I`m in the ghetto now, Yea, I grip pipes, I jus like how the metal sound, I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain`t never scared, How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain`t never there, And I ain`t never feared nuttin but god, You went to jail, came home and ain`t do nuttin but Hide, But Fuck it, I`m a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin the H, I send rap Cats to God like Mase, And like the car accident, I`ll put another scar on your face, But when the 5 Clap, You ain`t gone Survive that! [BARS:] Oh, You ruthless? The record I`m a Hustla Stupid, Cause Jay Made more off the record than You Did, And Swizz made more off the record than You Did, So You did somethin for nuthin you doofus, I`m to sick for, any nigga with 2 lips, And 1 tongue in his mouth, I talk to slick, You only got a few hits and a couple fans, And I could probly get you bodied for a couple grand, I caught a murder, attempts I had a couple man, But I could knuckle man, and knock you out with a couple hands, Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams, You the Hustla, But I`ll show you how to hustle man! [Da Hustla:] Look, I`m a Give this guy an aplause, But It`s alota lies in alot of his BARS, Cause I`m a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw, Plus, the hustla gon ride if it`s war, But You the type of boy that`ll hide if it`s war, You the type`a boy that never come outside if it`s war, So, you a nut to me, You know you can`t fuck with me, And BARS you was locked up on protective custody, You like my son, but I don`t want custody! You a mut to me, I`m a Pit, And You a pup to me, You in the street cause you beat the case luckily! But You ain`t tough as me, I`ll burn You like a dutch-a-tree! [BARS:] You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You`ll hold the note, I sold the coke, or smoke weed till I`m comatose, I live by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks, I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin toast, Lords knows even goons get the holy ghost, Yea, I believe in christ but I`ll still squeeze a pipe, And I don`t even need to write, Or switch the flow, You niggas know I ain`t MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro! I`m way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the toast or the knife! And if you think you a hustler, then You the one smokin the pipe, Cause you ain`t never sold no coke in you life, Trust me! You must be given money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day! Cause You ain`t worth shit, You went gold on your first disc, And I`m a Hustla sold less then your first shit! |
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